Israel Zangwill

This picture though it is not much
    Like Zangwill, is not void of worth
It has one true Zangwillian touch
    It looks like nothing else on earth.

Oliver Herford

Oliver Herford was born in England on December 2, 1860. He was a British-born American writer, artist, and illustrator, often referred to as 'The American Oscar Wilde' for his sharp wit and humorous works. Herford authored and illustrated many books for children and adults, contributing to magazines such as "The Criterion", "Life", and "Punch". He died on July 5, 1935, in France.

Oliver Herford

The Centaur

Oliver Herford, Simple Poetry

To The Waiter

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Some Geese.

Oliver Herford, Simple Poetry

The Yak.

Oliver Herford, Simple Poetry

English

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An Ostrich.

THIS is an Os-trich. See him stand:
His head is bur-ied in the sand.
It is not that he seeks for food,
Nor is he shy, nor is he rude;
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In things like this I've always tried
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        How far he seemed above the noisy town!

        Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
    Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
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